Odprowadziłam ich wzrokiem. Westchnęłam.
-Do you hear that beat? Mix with the heart beating.
The bitter taste of vodka, cloudy eyes in the morning.
Salty tears stream, forgotten words of bitterness
Strangely soft voice at the mention of your hand.
Curtained window, bit of background, squeezed his throat
Lack of sleep, lack of, again, because of something lacking in my life.
I wanted so much to tell you
Why again did not know how? I really do not know.

Grief breathtaking even fists
When you lose one life for you, do not miss.
Alone were great because it is easy to get lost
In a "something for something" professed by the people.
How much will it take a human hell on earth?
How much you need to lose to appreciate something in the end?
How many times do I have to fall down to in the end did not pick up?
How many doors were closed to me forever.

Loneliness in spite of the heart.
Loneliness despite universal happiness.
Loneliness - nights in separate places
Loneliness, when we look at other skies

I want to give a soul to you, because I'm too spoiled
It's like a sign of confirmation that you can trust me.
You're better than me, do not you wsiąknął dirt in the city
I could die here on the pavement in the name of your rules.
The black candle flame does not heat our long-standing
The cold world that suffers from a drastic lack of us.
Music in the background puts thoughts like a puzzle
From today, I am with you wherever you go.
Look, when the soul cries silent
I listen to the sound of your steps when you go.
You want to be here, even though it fetched somewhere else.
This rhythm that constantly tells you to look for and find.
Maybe tomorrow, everything will be in different colors
When you need to go - go, but I always come back to me.
Pulse to the rhythm of the beat taps lives forever
How can I sleep when I know you're awake.

Loneliness in spite of the heart.
Loneliness despite universal happiness.
Loneliness - nights in separate places
Loneliness, when we look at other skies.

Zjadła kawałek i położyła łeb na łapach. Nie chciała więcej, to nie ona upolowała.

Przewróciła się na grzbiet. Była cała w trawie.
- Dzięki... - mruknęła i zaczęła jeść niewielki kawałek.

Wyczuła tygrysa. Westchnęła.
- Jak masz się śmiać, to daruj sobie. Proszę bardzo, jestem niezdarą.. - mruknęła obojętne.

Gdy zwierz był już martwy zaczałem posiłek. Przypomniała mi się tamta tygrysica, która najwyraźniej sobie nie radziła. Wyszedłem ciągnąc za sobą mięso.